It’s like being trapped in a box
I’ve done nothing wrong!
I have the maturity
The responsibility
But i’m not trusted
Why?
I can’t open up
Share my feelings to anyone
Somehow she’ll find out
Nothing is private, it all gets read
even things not meant for her
How does it stop?
I’m a good student why am I being punished?
birds fly,
seagulls cry.
pointless pencils,
silver utensils.
falling in love,
one favourite dove.
you are full of glee,
and I’m just glad to be me!
birds fly,
seagulls cry.
When people see you they see
Your accomplishment,
Your looks and style.
They might not be the same,
But they are just different,
People don’t need to be hostile.
You are capable,
No matter what they say,
No matter what they think.
You are you,
So try as they may,
You don’t need to get in sync.
You are remarkably different,
You are perfect the way you are,
So get out and be the great you.
Don’t let others make you change,
Just be the shining star,
The wild dreams are yours to pursue.
And remember,
Different doesn’t mean Incapable,
You can do what you put your mind to.
The time of your life,
when you get married and have a wife,
or husband or whatever, nobody cares,
for all you could imagine
is the story of Goldilocks and The Three Bears.
Everyone has a different type of path to guide their way,
Worshipping God everyday,
They feel like this is the way to Heaven.
Their lucky numbers are probably eleven.
But this is their life, we don’t need any stupid laws.
We know what is wrong,
So please do not make the same choice twice.
We know what is right,
And they are not going to give up their fight.
I draw my lines in silver,
Each dancing around the other,
The floor gets busy, and they begin to glide into one another.
My silver seeps, into every inch,
my silver covers, every intrusive place,
my silver embeds itself, layer upon layer.
Silver weaves in and out,
A warming flowing river,
The current is mesmerising,
Pulled in, it drowns you,
Head under, can’t breathe,
Nobody can find you here.
It holds my hand,
A friend.
My beautiful hidden friend,
The longer we are apart the more I miss you
I yearn for your cold touch.
You touch places that nobody else will see,
Just you and me.
Can it always be, you and me?
Nobody else is there for me like you,
My crutch, my dependable.
Reading is a door to the imagination,
where you’re transported to any place you can think of.
Reading is a door to other universes,
whether they exist or not is up to you.
Reading is a door to dystopian lands,
tragic and lonely with no way out.
Reading is a door to fiction,
as soon as you stop, reality crashes down on you.
Reading is a door to so many other worlds,
it would take a lifetime to count them all.
Reading is a door to islands,
some could be amazing to stay at, others you’d only ever want to leave.
Thank you for all your care
Even more just for always being there
And for seeing all that we have in us
And for helping us reach all that we can be.
For seeing how much we are capable
And for the creativity that is unscalable!
You are truly inspirational
As all your ideas are sensational!
One day I woke up
to see a bright sun
that looked so pretty,
just like my mum.
She smiled at me
and told me its gonna
be okay, she hugged and
kissed me then said,
goodbye and have
a nice day.
I went to school and
I was very shy because
it was my first day there.
I thought I would not
make any friends
but I was wrong.
A girl asked me to be her friend,
her name was Jasmine.
She is so pretty and
she has always been there
for me and she makes me
the happiest when I’m sad,
she says it’s fine and
and takes me back to my dad’s.